Wednesday, January 19, 2011

GENTLEMEN, START YOUR ENGINES

It was one of those nights, we could not shoot, 
Not because we didn't give a hoot.
All the plays were the same-- the ball moved around,
Then one of our players would land on the ground.


At last in the fourth Shaq set the tone,
Something he tried earlier--all alone.
Then in the crunch, "Ray Allen for Three-e-e!"
Or, a long two, that would do, as you can see.


Doc was funny in his press conference late, 
He said he thought the ball should feel great.
Why did he say that? What was in his head?
We didn't pass the ball, we massaged it instead.



And so in the fourth, with grace and calm, 
Ray saved the day--I love his Mom.
He will break Reggie's record, we know he will, 
But tonight he is twenty-eight away still.



Diesel make his mark, the Pistons misfired,
Only one lane violation so Shaq didn't get tired.
"Gentlemen, start your engines!"--waited til quarter four
When the Celtics couldn't take losing any more!!

GO GREEN!!
anvildr@aol.com

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